"Caspian, It was inevitable. It was going to happen sooner or later." The sorrowful king stared down at the open eyes of his queen, death had struck his family at the heart. "Leave. Let me be alone with her." When the door closed, and he was sure they had gone, the tears started to fall. They were hot as they fell down his face, a sensation he had not felt for years, the thing his wife would never let happen. Kneeling down and taking her hand, her freezing cold, delicate hand, in his. That feeling, it never went away, the feeling of love, warmth. The feeling he yearned for the most. He had a son, a daughter, he was King. Caspian thought of his children, his beautiful children, the ones his wife gave him. Yet here she lay, curls spread out on the pillow her head was resting on, eyes wide open, but she was dead. No breath was left in her lungs. He lay his head into the soft sheets of the bed, praying. Just one more chance.
"There is nothing i can do. If i had've known, My son. I could have helped. But i can not bring her back. I am sorry." Caspian looked at Aslan, His eyes red, tears streaming down his cheeks. "How could you let this happen?"
He reached up and stroked the strand of hair out of her eyes and let his tears fall freely. His Queen was gone, his Son was gone, but he had a kingdom and a daughter, he must go on. They will live in his memories. He closed her eyes, and there she lay, in an enternal sleep.
